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the wind stopped biting my skin
the flowers began to bloom
just need to know where to begin
I will be whole again soon.
I'll get over you, the birds sing,
before the last day of spring
III
in the midst of the third snowstorm
second thursday after new year
she asked me to let her go
her tears were like crystal but not as clear.
Last year I was with her,
during the first snow of that winter.
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the trees were on fire,
the ground, shades of beige
tanned skin evokes desire
heart hammering against its cage
it was fall
when i started to fall
I
holding a yellow umbrella
she waltzed into my life
beautiful, warm, her
smile emits light.
It was summer.
She was summer.
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(my dear louie, autumn is our season but i remember you the most when the first snow falls. our story is better when told backwards, because nothing will top the connection we felt when we first met, it's a good ending even if it was the beginning. im over you, but i still think of you. i hope you are well.)
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